Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WOUND, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT First Line: Dear love, thou needst not send a dart Last Line: Thy life is ratified by the rebound. Subject(s): Love; Self-consciousness | ||||||||
DEAR Love, thou needst not send a Dart To finde the bottome of my Hart: Tis found allready by that Spear Whose barbarous Point thine own did tear. It tore ope thine; And therefore mine, In which Thou, since Thou mad'st & bought'st it, by That double Title hast more right then I. 2 To thy Hearts woefull Outcry, my Wounds gapeing Mouth makes its reply: Thy Clamor streameth in a flood Of rueful Water & of Blood; And much like this My answer is; For through mine Eys the dutefull Waters gush, The burning Blood flows in my guilty Blush. 3 My guilty Blush; for I am He Who helpd to thrust that Spear at Thee: I helpd to thrust it, & the Blow Upon my Self reboundeth now. Yet must I joy In this Annoy; For though thy Death be proved by that Wound, Thy Life is ratified by the Rebound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUBURBANS by CAROLYN KIZER WHAT THE BONES KNOW by CAROLYN KIZER WHERE I'VE BEEN ALL MY LIFE by CAROLYN KIZER CELESTIAL DESOLATIONS; FOR MARJORIE SARGENT by GREGORY ORR A WIDOW IN WINTERTIME by CAROLYN KIZER A LOVE BARGAINE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT CIVILL WARR by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 1 by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. I KNOW THAT YOU ARE SELF-CONSCIOUS by EDWARD CARPENTER Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |
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